Too perfect to be touched
Sometimes a doll looks like that. Not just BJDs - it happens with my collector vinyls, too. But it's usually Kiyoaki, and this time I spent a whole week without playing with him, for I knew if I disturbed that perfect image I saw every time I entered my room, I would be unable to attain it again. I like my dolls to be posed in natural attitudes but it's not that easy to do. For Kiyoaki, who needs a stand to stay securely on his feet, it's harder, because the stand tends to disturb the clothes and modifies the distribution of weight. So I would simply look at him, admire him - and I would turn to Niles for company. (Wonder if I should write an entry introducing these other dolls of mine?)
As always, the picture doesn't show it, but I remember just how beautiful he looked, such a piece of light among the chaos that is my room. Indeed, it happens sometimes, and then sometimes they look ugly to you, lacking something, unsatisfying. Dolls are magical that way. I'm thinking of redoing Aki's brows right now. But those days, ah, he was perfect.
